Pet

Control freak

That morning, Scott wakes up before Mitch.
"Wake up"
Mitch groans. "nooo" he whines.
"I said wake up!" Scott says, slightly more agitated. Mitch knows that tone-the voice Scott used last night. Causing Mitch to awaken.
"I'm up! I'm up"
"Good" Scott sneers.
"What do you want?"
"You to make us breakfast, once you make it, I decide how much you get"
"Umm, that's not fair"
"After last night it is"
"You're the one who fucking raped me!" Mitch cries in pain as Scott slaps him across the face.
"You. Are. Mine" Scott yells, angrily, yet, some-what calm.
"Sorry babe" Mitch cries.
"Don't call me that"
"B-but" Scott looks like he's about to give Mitch another hit. "S-sorry, w-what shall I c-call you?"
"Master"
"I'm not your fucking pet!"
"You are, you're MY kitten" Mitch's mouth drops open.
"S-sorry, m-master?"
"Good boy" Scott smirks. "Go have a shower, pet"
"O-ok"
Mitch quickly has a shower, gets dressed, and starts making breakfast.
Scott walks in, wearing just black skinny jeans.
"Good boy" Scott says, petting Mitch's head, smiling.
Mitch smiles to himself. "Your hands are warm" Mitch tilts his head back, trying to get more contact.
"Later, pet"
"Yes master" Mitch continues to make the food, quickly finishes, plating Scotts and giving it to him.
"Seems you only made enough for me" Scott smiles wickedly.
"T-there is enough for b-both of us" Mitch stutters.
"No"
As quickly as Scott said that, Mitch's food was in the rubbish bin.
"See, only enough for me"
Mitch stares, dumbfounded.
"W-what about me?"
"I'll get yours" Scott says, placing his own plate on the dining table. He gets a bowl out for Mitch, pouring some unknown content into it.
"What is it" A very questionable Mitch asks.
"Your breakfast, lunch and dinner, from now on"
"What is it?" Scott shoves the bowl, into Mitch's hands, showing him, that the contents are, "Ca-cat food?"
"Yep" Scott smiles. "For my little kitten!"
Mitch sighs, sitting down at the dining table.
"Did I say you could sit there?!" Scott yells.
"No, b-but I thou-"
"I don't care, what you thought"
"S-sorry master..."
"Floor, sit down next to the table"
Mitch, not wanting to get hurt, does as he's told, quickly.
While Scott eats his breakfast, Mitch stares at Scott's plate, from the side of the table. He turns back to his own plate, unpleased with the contents, and honestly wanting Scott's left overs. Mitch rests his chin on the side of the table, looking up at Scott.
"Can I have a piece of bacon? Or egg?"
Scott looks down at Mitch, smirking, knowing he has all the control.
"One piece of bacon, that's it"
"That's all I ask for" Mitch murmurs.
"Okay, then" Scott gives Mitch a piece of bacon, smiling as the small brunette savors every bite.
"It's so good" Mitch mumbles, continuing to eat the decreasing sized bacon strip.
"I know, kitten" Scott finishes his food, getting up and leaving the plate at the table.
"Aren't you going to clean that?" Mitch asks looking up to Scott.
"That's what you do" Scott walks off to his room, to finish getting dressed.
Mitch almost instantly, cleans up Scott's plate, and his own.. Which was surprisingly, not as disgusting as you would think.
Scott walk comes back out, still wearing his jeans, just with a purple top, with yellow writing on it.
"Kitten?"
"Yes master?"
"Clean up, I need to go out and get something."
"Oh... Ok" Mitch sighs, doing as he was told.
Scott goes shopping for a few items, and making it back home in record time.